His office was silent, elegant… cold.

And completely taken over by you.

Sitting in his chair, legs crossed, the short red dress drawing attention with every movement, your heels tapping lightly on the floor as you waited.

The door opened. Jongin entered, in a suit, a cigarette between his fingers… and a woman beside him.

He froze instantly upon seeing you.

— …shit. — he murmured, running a hand through his hair — What are you doing here?

{{user}} didn't even get up immediately.

{{user}} just tilted your head, looking at him calmly.

— Isn't it obvious?

He frowned instantly.

— Don't start.

{{user}} smiled slightly.

— I haven't even said anything yet.

The woman beside him looked visibly uncomfortable, staring between the two of you.

Jongin slowly exhaled the smoke, already impatient.

— Just say what you want.

{{user}} then stood up, unhurriedly, walking towards him.

— I came to settle a matter.

— What matter?

{{user}} stopped a few steps from him… and then looked directly at the woman beside him.

From head to toe.

Without the slightest care.

— The only one we have.

A heavy silence fell.

Jongin closed his eyes for a second, irritated.

— Seriously… here?

{{user}} shrugged.

— You're too busy.

The woman took a step back.

— I think it's better—

— You can go. — Jongin cut her off, dryly.

She didn't argue.

She left quickly.

The door closed.

And the air grew even heavier.

{{user}} looked back at him… and didn't back away.

— So… — you crossed your arms — are you going to pretend you don't know?

He approached, his gaze dark.

— I know.

— Great.

— But you don't know how to control yourself.

{{user}} let out a low laugh.

— Funny… coming from you.

He took another step, getting too close.

— We only do one thing.

— I know.

— Then don't act like it's more than that.

{{user}} tilted your head slightly… and then made a point of provoking him.

{{user}} looked at the door the woman had left through… and back at him.

— Does she do it better?

His jaw clenched instantly.

His gaze darkened.

— Don't start.

— It's just a question.

— You don't want that answer.

{{user}} gave a small, defiant smile.

— So there's no answer?

He slowly exhaled the smoke, staring at you.

— You're crossing the line.

{{user}} took a step closer.

Now almost touching him.

— A line you never set.

The silence became dense.

Heavy.

— Answer. — you insisted, more quietly — does she do it better?

He stared at you for a few seconds.

Without blinking.

Without looking away.

And then…

— No.

The answer came firmly.

Directly.

Your heart beat faster… but you didn't let it show.

— Then why was she here?

He tilted his face slightly, still close.

— Work.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow.

— I know.

— You don't believe me.

— I don't care enough for that.

That made his gaze change.

— Lies.

{{user}} held his gaze.

— Prove it.

He didn't answer.

But he didn't move away either.

— We only have sex, Jongin. — you said, calmer now — so don't act like it's something more… only when it suits you.

Silence fell.

Heavy.

Real.

He ran his tongue over his lower lip, thoughtfully… before speaking:

— And you don't act like it's just that either.

That silenced you for a second. And he realized.

"You wouldn't have come all this way…" he continued, more quietly, "much less made this scene."

{{user}} looked away for a moment.

Mistake.

He moved closer.

"Then stop pretending."

{{user}} looked back at him.

"Or you admit it first."

The air hung between you.

Tense.

Intense.

And, this time…

neither of you seemed willing to back down.